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Post by polly on Nov 9, 2006 22:09:07 GMT -5
Polly was still selling. The skirt definately didn't help, she decided as she tried to practically give away her last few papers. She was suddenly taken by a store window. There was a long green dress in it, with ruffles and puffed sleeves. 'Imagine wearing something like that,' she thought, and was soon taken by fantasy.
A small humming sound took her mind away from the fantasy. She looked down at her papers and decided to try one more full price sale.
"The World's engulfed in flames, buy a paper-?"
The sight of the boy immediately silenced her.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 10, 2006 2:18:27 GMT -5
Lukas' humming slowed and finally stopped along with his feet when he noticed the newsgirl looking at him. He has heard her sales pitch and had to chuckle a bit, feeling pretty good that he was done selling and she was not.
"Sorry sweetie," a smug little smile spread across his face, "already read da World an' sold 'bout 50 of 'em" He pushed the hair out of his face and jingled the change in his pocket so she could hear it.
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Post by polly on Nov 10, 2006 8:25:46 GMT -5
Polly looked down at his pocket, trying not to let her bitterness show on her face. They had taken the same number of papers and he still outsold her. She couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
"Excuse me," she apologized quietly, remembering her manners towards men. She didn't know whether or not to move, so she remained still.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 10, 2006 12:02:24 GMT -5
Lukas looked her over - he was actually quite amused by the disappointment in her eyes. Usually he was in her position desperately trying to peddle his last couple papers. It felt great to not be last for once in his life.
"Ya know," he held his chin with one hand, "if ya jus' get in people faces ya might sell. They all wanna get home fer supper..." His advice was pathetic but he felt as though he was the expert right now. He decided to leave out the part about people getting angry at him and occasionally chasing or pushing him over.
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Post by polly on Nov 10, 2006 18:16:39 GMT -5
Polly didn't know whether this boy was being sincere or cruel, so she again remained quite still and silent, avoiding his eyes. She had so many things she could've said to him - under both circumstances - but knew she could never take that chance.
"You serious?" she asked, despite herself, and still not making eye contact.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 13, 2006 13:06:02 GMT -5
Lukas shrugged. "Works fer me..sometimes.." He stared waiting for her too look back at him, it was obvious she was avoiding his eyes. " 'Sides, it can't hurt ya wit those lousy headlines you've been makin' up." He was being a bit snide, as usual, but figured it would get a rise out of her and force her to at least glance at him.
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Post by polly on Nov 13, 2006 16:51:56 GMT -5
Polly had to contain herself - she knew it. It was only an insult, something she had heard many times before. She couldn't read, after all. How many insults could you avoid with that kind of issue? Still, there was something about the this particular boy was insulting her that was different.
"Well, you want to give folks a chance, don't you?"
Her eyes nearly met his. She pointed them at his ear, instead.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 15, 2006 1:20:15 GMT -5
Lukas smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Suuure" He said not taking his eyes off of her, "but only people who'll look me in the eye" He snickered a bit and bobbed to try and intercept the direction of her eye.
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Post by polly on Nov 15, 2006 8:28:27 GMT -5
Polly couldn't help smiling a little. She shifted her gaze onto the boys face, holding it there for longer than a moment to take in his appearance, and connected with his eyes.
Her smile faded respectfully, but she kept her eyes there.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 15, 2006 11:40:12 GMT -5
Lukas' smile didn't falter as hers faded. He flicked some of his hair from his eyes, tucking it back into his derby so he could see clearer. "Lukas Berg" he extended his dirty hand deciding that this girl might be worth knowing. Then he added just because he liked to make it known, "of the fabulous Bronx"
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Post by polly on Nov 15, 2006 18:28:21 GMT -5
A hand....a boy's hand.
Polly had no idea what to do with it.
Should she spit? Too boyish. Should she hold out her own hand to be kissed? A lovely thought, she knew, but very old fashioned. Too old fashioned. Instead she decided on a businesslike shake.
"Polly. Manhattan."
About to reach the boys hand, she stopped. She would let him decide what to do with it.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 15, 2006 20:30:24 GMT -5
Lukas glanced at her frozen hand then back at her face. His forehead was wrinkled up in confusion. He held his palm up closer to his face to make sure it wasn't grossly dirty. It looked good enough.
"Whats with you, Polly?" He asked with a little more attitude than before, "Ya won't look at me or touch me hand?" Lukas snorted and looked back at her hand. Quickly he reached out and grabbed it giving it a rough shake. "Look, yer alive!" His hand released hers and went back into his pocket.
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Post by polly on Nov 17, 2006 19:17:39 GMT -5
Polly nearly jumped, but contained herself. Her eyes widened in surprise. She knew she had insulted the boy, and hadn't meant to. She just didn't know what to do. She regained her composure,
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really am...."
Make sure it's not personal, you're a girl.
"Mr. Berg."
She said it so quietly that it was barely more than a whisper.
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Post by Lukas Berg on Nov 20, 2006 22:49:54 GMT -5
Lukas face was still lost. He wasn't used to being addressed formally or having any girl pay so much heed to him -he was just another dirty old newsie. Almost in slow motion the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"You ain't right, Parrot" he not noticing that he had made a transition from 'Polly' to 'parrot'. "loosen up!" He waved his arms around in a mild outburst before laughing to himself. He was actually enjoying the situation - something different for a change, someone not being a pest or a jerk to him. "What you so wound up about anyways?" He asked and leaned against the flower vender's cart before quickly being shooed away.
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Post by polly on Nov 21, 2006 8:26:46 GMT -5
Polly watched the scene before her. Oddly enough, she still couldn't figure out whether or not he was insulting her. Her feet were planted uncomfortably beneath her, and she didn't know what to say. He must have known why....or maybe not. Polly had seen the newsie girls currently in the city, how they acted so much like the boys, and spoke with such ease. Polly knew that she was one of the only ones still holding on to the fact that men were, indeed, of higher importance than women.
"Maybe I should go...." she began, but her feet didn't move.
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admin loves me - but then again who doesn't ? *cocky Lukas smile*